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The Adventures of Jock Crankshaft and the Feminine Wave
Episode 1, The Pink Menace
Jock bounded up the last three steps to Colonel Fixtures office, and flung
it open. In a loud booming voice he said, "I'm ready for action."
Colonel Fixture looked up and said, "Thank goodness. We have quite a
situation developing near the Panoplen Expanse." He tapped the ash off his
cigarette and said, "What do you know of the Feminine Wave?"
Jock shrugged. "Not much. To tell you the truth I thought it nothing more
than a legend. It is supposed to be a consortium of alien races dedicated
to proposition that femininity is far superior to masculinity."
Colonel Fixture nodded. "Well it's not a legend. That is to say, it's a bit
more than a legend. They border the Empire of Man in the Panoplen expanse,
and there have been very quiet diplomatic exchanges with them." He took
another drag on his cigarette. "It's difficult Jock. They don't trust males
at all, and females always come back from meetings with them a little,
well, funny. Men too for that manner."
"Funny?" Jock thought for a moment. "How so?"
"Well the woman become more assertive and confident, seemingly unwilling to
listen to their male superiors. Lieutenant General Samantha Trueheart was
heard to remark that her commanding officer was just a silly male."
Jock shook his head. "That won't go well for her. And the men?"
"Well the most distinctive case is Private Michael Ankles. Or Michelle as
she is currently known. She was left alone with the honor guard of Atrikson
females, and when she got back to earth, she put in for a leave of absence
and came back as Michelle."
Jock looked puzzled. "I know the Atriksons. Very pleasant people - more or
less just like us, except for the blue skin."
"Well several Atrikson planets have been absorbed into the feminine wave
apparently." Fixture threw a file across the table to Jock. "I tell you,
this feminine wave could be more dangerous than the Lizardions or the
MechanoCrushers. With them you at least know their intentions - the
Feminine Wave doesn't seem to favor direct conflict - planets just seem to
spontaneously petition for inclusion in the Feminine Wave, and are granted
entrance immediately."
"Well they don't stand a chance against simple human ingenuity." Jock stood
proudly.
Fixture nodded. "That's right Jock. And that's why we are sending our top
troubleshooter to investigate a possible feminine incursion. Do you know
the mining colony of Rigel 9?"
"I've heard of it, Radium miners aren't they?"
"That's right - dangerous work, but very profitable. It's a largely male
establishment - mining tends to attract the rough and tumble types." He
took a drag on his cigarette and blew out a cloud of smoke. "So it's a bit
of a puzzler why they are buying so many night dresses."
"What do you mean?" Jocks face crinkled in confusion.
"Silky night dresses. It confused us as well. We sent an inspector out
there - but he couldn't find anything of note. So we are sending you."
"Well you know me Chief - Danger is my middle name, right after loves!"
Three weeks later Jock found himself settling into his new chambers on
Rigel 9. The chambers were Spartan and small, but he found that the
computer entertainment system was state of the art, incorporating Atrikson
holo-technology. The beds were very impressive, including satin sheets.
Pink satin sheets.
There was a rap on the door. "Hey Crankshaft. My name is Roscoe - I'll be
your supervisor at the mines. Wanted to come by and point out a few safety
tips." Roscoe noticed Jock looking at the sheets. "Yeah the company ordered
satin sheets for us as a bonus for meeting our quota couple of months back
- they were supposed to be navy - but what are you going to do?"
"Well ok." Jock shrugged. "So what do you need Roscoe?"
"Well there is a low level radiation that we have to be on the guard for."
He shrugged a little bashfully. "Unfortunately there's a certain part of
the male anatomy that acts like a lightning rod for this energy I'm afraid.
Women are so lucky."
"What do you mean - male anatomy?" He stood up. "You mean our cocks?"
"Yeah. It's a pisser I know. Check your bottom drawer."
Jock bent over and pressed the release - the drawer slid open with a low
hum revealing it to be full of pink ruffled panties. "What? What are
these?"
"I know what they look like - but they aren't. That's pink silkonium. It's
ideal for blocking out the radiation and the ruffles increase its surface
area so that it absorbs more of the energy."
Jock stood tall, his chest puffing out a little. "I'm not wearing pink
panties and that's final."
"Well you'll be back on the cargo ship then before it leaves. You see the
radiation effects more than our genitalia - it gets into our heads. It
makes males more violent and angry - and I can't take a chance on you
beating the shit out of my men because your cock told you too." He
shrugged. "I'm sorry that's just the way it is."
Jock stood back. Wearing panties was against everything he stood for, but
he needed to stay here to find out how to stop the Feminine Wave. "Well if
that is the way it is I suppose I'll have to make do, but I don't like it."
He picked up a pair, feeling the silky material in his fingers. "Do they
have to be so girly?"
Roscoe shrugged. "I hear they tried dyes early on but they didn't take," he
shrugged. "Anyway, once you wear them a bit you stop thinking about it." He
turned. "Anyway look, put them on and leave them on - we'll start
orientation tomorrow at 900 hours. Get some rest." He turned and walked
out.
Jock held the panties for a bit, wondering if the company would know if he
was wearing them. He shrugged and thought he'd better not take the chance.
He slipped them up his legs and around his waist. They fight snugly,
cupping his package in their silky embrace. It almost felt like they were
gently caressing him. He looked down at them - and wondered if it was his
imagination. He shrugged and pulled up his slacks and stretched out on the
bed. He grabbed the remote and said, "ESPN channel 15."
The vidscreen sprung to life showing the Tenpin finals on Venus. Billy
Hinklestein was in fine form and Jock was enjoying the show. They went to
commercials and Jock was surprised to see a number of commercials aimed at
woman. The first showed a sexy blonde woman sitting in some satin pink
panties rubbing them seductively. She smiled and looked up at the camera,
saying, "Hi sexies. This is Pinky Bubbles. I love my pink panties - how
sexy and feminine they make me feel. I feel so happy and girly in my silky
panties." Jock sat watching her and felt the panties caressing a bit more.
But every time he stopped to see if they were actually caressing him, the
sensations stopped, so Jock decided it was all in his head.
Jock then saw a commercial for lip gloss and then a third for Sodalicious
Pink, all products aimed at women. He shrugged as the ten pins came back on
- and quickly got back into the swing of things. The girly commercials
continued. Jock wondered how many women love ten pins. Pinky Bubbles showed
up several times talking about how much she loved her panties. Each time
Jock saw something girly he felt the panties caressing and teasing him.
Eventually he rolled over and went to bed.
The next morning Jock got up and took a shower - noting the pink tile. He
put on a fresh pair of panties and his work clothes and walked out. The
living quarters were in a pair of domes on the planets surface (a pair of
domes nick named the boobs by less mature miners). They provided a more
homelike environment for living, but the heart of the colony was
underground.
Jock noticed very few people on the streets and the few he saw looked very
uncomfortable for some reason. He got a bagel from a stall and ate it
leaning against a lamp post, trying to pick up the feel for the colony. He
overheard two miners passing, one saying to the other "I can't wait till my
shift is over and I can go back and get comfortable." The other, seeing
Jock, shushed him.
He made it to the central elevator building, where training and
administration took place. Roscoe met him, showed him his locker, and led
him to a small training area. Roscoe said, as he lead him in "We don't have
to train many at a time so we generally use this suite - we have a larger
facility in the other dome for union meetings and the like." He gestured at
the seats. "Take a seat and I'll start the videos. They'll cover your
duties and safety requirements. There's also on the specific problems
you'll face here - some of which you already know about. They'll run till
about 1300 hours. Go get some lunch afterwards and check in with Ms.
Brigette in personal. After that you can have the evening off and we'll
start your training shift tomorrow. Roscoe clicked the lights to dim as the
screen came to life.
As promised the films were very thorough. Unfortunately they were also very
dry and filled with information. Jock had a first class mind, but after
four hours of these videos he felt drowsy and annoyed. Then the screen lit
up with a bubble gum pink background and Pinky Bubbles sitting on a big
heart-shaped bed. Unlike her commercials - she was topless, so that all she
was wearing was a pair of pink ruffled panties.
Pinky smiled at the camera and said, "On behalf of the mining corporation
I'm here to talk to you about the specific dangers you face on this planet.
The mining corp decided that after watching their videos you deserved a bit
of a treat and I'm it. But make no mistake the information I'm going to
give you could save your life and the lives of your coworker."
She stood up and placed her hands over her panties. "As I'm sure has been
explained to you, Rigel 9 is constantly bombarded by a dangerous radiation.
This radiation is absorbed through the cock and transmitted throughout the
rest of the body. When it gets in the brain it makes one violent and
aggressive, prone to anger and suspicion. Fortunately however, there is a
way to resist the effects of this radiation."
The scene shifted to her standing outside - in one of the parks. You could
see the dome in the background, and Jock was surprised to consider that it
must have been filmed right here on Rigel 9. Pretty expensive. Pinky sat on
a bench while behind her pretty topless girls played volleyball with a big
pink beach ball. "You see this dangerous radiation is attracted to
masculine energy. Your pink silkonium panties provide a first wave of
defense against the dangers it poses. But there are other things you can do
to ensure your safety. You must train your mind to absorb and hold more
feminine energy. If you do that than the panties will be reinforced."
"Consider the girls behind me." The camera zoomed in showing the girls
giggling and laughing as they played. "A traditional male response is to
imagine yourself taking one of those girls or all 4 and laying them down
and fucking them. You are imagining possessing them as a male possesses a
woman." The camera shifted back to Pinky Bubbles, looking very serious.
"This kind of thinking increases your masculine energy, drawing it into
your cock and increasing the possibility that you will succumb to madness."
The scene shifted back to the girls. One of the teams scored a point and
the two girls hugged holding each other. "The better way to enjoy a sexy
scene like this is to imagine yourself becoming one of these girls. Think
how sexy it would be to join in their play. Imagine having big bouncy
breasts and a sexy curvy body. Imagine hugging them and playing with these
sexy girls and being accepted by them." She stopped talking and the camera
held on the girls playing and laughing. Jock found himself imagining what
Pinky suggested, imagined joining them in his plastic pink panties -
becoming a sexy girl. Jock found his cock responding to this fantasy
strongly - getting very hard and throbbing - and the pink plastic panties
massaging it. This was no fantasy.
Pinky Bubbles voice came on over the images of them. "As you enhance your
feminine energy you will feel your pink panties rewarding you, and
enhancing your arousal. This is a natural bi-product of feminine energy
being absorbed into your cock." As she spoke the four woman dropped the
beach ball and began fondling and caressing each other - bouncing their
breasts and cupping their pussies. "Watch and imagine yourself as one of
them caressing and fondling and being caressed and fondled. No need to
possess, just loving and sharing." Jock found his mind absorbing these
thoughts as his cock got harder and harder. Pinky's voice came softly and
seductively. "Just let go honey and enjoy." At those soft words, his cock
exploded in the plastic panties. He felt the panties massaging and
caressing his cock - this was no imagination - but he couldn't stop the
images floating trough his mind. He found himself cumming again. And still
the images came and the soft voice of Pinky Bubbles in his ears whispering
in his thoughts "You want to be a girl, you need to be a girl, you must be
a girl." She just repeated that over and over again as Jock felt his cock
explode again and again, until he passed out from blissful pink seduction.
When he awoke he was sitting in a pink overstuffed chair across from an
older woman with a notebook on her desk. She smiled at him and said, "I
know it's a bit disorienting dear, but really it's for your own good. We've
all had to go through it and you'll find soon that you like it." She
grinned mischieveously. "I know I do."
"What?"
"Oh you wouldn't recognize me. I had my boy clothes on yesterday. I am
Roscoe, although my real name is Roxelle." She smiled graciously. "It was a
real pain - I hate those outfits. But we needed to give you time to adjust,
so it was worth it." She looked down at her form. "Well your boy name is
Jock Crankshaft, but that doesn't suit you does it?"
Jock thought a moment, his mind cloudy from the experience of cumming so
often while imagining himself as a sexy girl. Rising up in him with
certainty came the only answer possible. "It doesn't suit me at all."
Roxelle smiled kindly. "That's what I thought. What sort of name would
like?"
"A girly name?"
"Of course - maybe something like Jill Pinkpanties? Jock and Jill do kind
of go together." Jock gulped and nodded. "I know this is a big step,
sweetie, but just remember that you can take it slow - enjoy fantasizing
about being a girl, come to love your pink satiny soft panties, and you
will soon be exactly who you need to be." Roxelle stood up and came around
pulling Jill up into a nice tight hug. Jill was surprised to feel a pair of
lush breasts press against her. She looked down surprised. "These girls
were very unhappy at being bound so tight yesterday. But now they can greet
you properly." Rochelle giggled merrily. "Since coming here my attitude has
been, the bigger the better the tighter the sweater."
Rochelle let Jill go and said, "Now as promised take the rest of the day
off. I suggest you go shopping in the second dome - this dome we have to
keep normal for new workers so they feel comfortable while the suspension
of disbelief engine works it's magic."
Even in her foggy state, the part of Jill that was still Jock perked up.
"What are those?"
"Well we've done some unbelievable things to you, sweetie, and you just
accepted them all. Which is all for the best, because you love being girly
don't you?" At the word girly, Jill felt her panties give her cock a good
long caress almost like a suckle. Jill gulped and nodded. "Well the
suspension of disbelief engine turns off that part of the brain that is
suspicious and untrusting, helping you to accept your true nature." Roxelle
smiled. "You have nothing to worry about now sweetie. Just go and enjoy
picking out new outfits for your new life."
Jill spent the rest of the day in a happy pink haze - she was surprised to
find everybody so helpful and understanding. After crossing over to the
pink side of the complex she saw a beauty salon right off. Standing in the
doorway was a short round but very sexy woman who called her over. "Hi. It
looks like you need a little help honey. What's your name?"
Jill smiled and said, "Jill Pinkpanties."
"Oh what a pretty name. You need to be prettier to live up to your name. My
name is Maria. Come on in and we'll get you started." She bustled Jill
into the shop for a nice long session, shaving her unsightly hair, working
her skin into a softer state, fixing her nails and hair.
Jill left feeling much prettier. She also had with her a brochure on
enhancing her bust using technology shared by the Spidorixion. She walked
across the way to a very pink clothing boutique. There the shop girl a very
busty lady helped her pick out several outfits for lounging around the
house and for going out. Each time she tried on a sexy girly outfit she was
rewarded by having her pink panties caress her into another delightful cum.
Her cums were becoming softer and warmer, more feminine.
She was so happy when she got back to her flat that she lay in bed for only
a few moments before falling fast asleep. She had wonderful pink girly
dreams that were only interrupted by a cold robotic voice saying
"Extraction."
A few moments later Jock work up back at headquarters. Sitting across from
him was Colonel Fixture. "Good job Jock. We have retrieved the information
we needed and have prevented the Feminine Wave from taking over our mining
facilities. They were much closer than I would have thought possible." Jock
put his head in his hands for a moment, shaking it then looked back up.
"The facility will remain as it is, although no more will be subjected to
the conditioning you were. We have most of the leaders, although the former
CEO of the mining operation, who took the name Pinky Bubbles, fled back
into Feminine space with some of them." He took a drag on his cigarette and
tipped the ashes out. "The person you know as Roxelle or Roscoe escaped
with her."
Jock nodded, strangely relieved that Roxelle had escaped.
"As for you, you were programmed pretty deep. The suspension of disbelief
engines you noted are very powerful, and we don't have a handle on how they
work yet. We are going to need to keep sending you out to fight the
feminine wave. I know we can count on you.
Jock stood up. "Well you know me, chief. Panties are my middle name, right
after love. I mean danger - danger is my middle name." Jock heard Jill
laughing at him from deep inside.
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